The Faded Frequency
The rain against the high, narrow windows of the disciplinary annex at St. Jude’s Correctional Facility did not sound like water, but rather like the static hiss of a dying radio frequency, a persistent, granular white noise that seeped into the marrow of every object in the room and settled into the heavy, dust-motled air with the weight of a verdict that had already been rendered but not yet...
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